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Post by kaylaz on Aug 10, 2011 16:16:05 GMT -5
Samantha woke, and cursed as she saw the time. “Oh darnit darnit darnit” she said, hiking up her pants and brushing out her hair “Bye mom!” she called as she shut her apartment door and rushed to school on her skateboard. She had been late three times that week, it was funny at first, but now it was getting old. She skated fast, praying she would make it with just enough time to say hey to her friends.
Samantha hopped of her board and jogged up the steps and into the school. Yes, she want going to be late today! She sighed in relief and walked to her friends, greeting and joking with each other. After a few minutes it was time to start heading to class, so Sammy walked to her locker and threw her trusty skateboard in, trading it for a English textbook. She turned in the direction of her class, and stopped, mid-step. Was that a shout? Sammy wasn’t the one to get into others peoples business for no reason, but she knew how cruel bullies were. She started to walk in the direction the shout came from, which was the boys bathroom. Samantha shrugged, well, it wouldn’t be the first time she just walked into the boys bathrooms, a lot of people thought if you stepped into the opposite sexes bathroom, you will get a lot of shouting and pushing, but every time she had walked into the guys restroom they hadn’t seemed to mind.
Sammy pushed the door open, and wrinkled her nose at what she saw. There were two bullies pushing some poor kids head into a toilet, the third ripping through what she guessed was the boys backpack. She sighed and pulled her sunglasses on, and hiked up her pants. Samantha walked over to the group like a police officer, and when the guys dunking the kids head into the bowl turned to look at her, she pulled her sunglasses down and looked up at them “Now what seems to be tha’ problem here?” she said in a fake, authority like voice. The guy that had been ripping through the kids bag rolled his eyes “Go away Samantha” he said, if you had a class with her, you most likely knew who she was, Sammy crossed her arms “Im sure Ms.Peggy would love to hear about this” she knew this kid feared that teacher, and it showed on his face “Come on guys” he said, and the guys left the bathroom. Sammy whipped off her glasses and knelt by the buy, who was on the ground in front of the toilet “You OK man?” She didn’t recognized him, which most likely meant she didn’t have a class with him, that or she simply hadn’t noticed.
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Post by TYLER CHASE on Aug 10, 2011 17:40:57 GMT -5
Well today had gone very bad for Tyler and it was the only the first few minutes, but then Tyler expected nothing less to be honest, and standing up for himself like he always did just make matters worse like it always did and he was weak so it did not take long for the bullies to get him, so yeah the day so far not really in his top 10, if it was ever to be in someone's top 10 he would love to know why. He had never heard anyone in his life have a day like this and actually enjoy that day.
Tyler had woken up today in a good mood, which was the first time since he had actually moved here from England, meeting Jason again had lifted his mood a little bit more. He had put on all his clothes that he usually put on and his briefs and socks before heading out to get onto the bus, thanks to the fact his dad had already gone to work. It did not take that long for the bus to arrive at least twenty or minutes, so that was good Tyler liked to not be late for things. Tyler had been able to get to the school and get in with ease but that was where pain and misery had begun.
Tyler was been picked up in wedgie before being turned around and given a Melvin, Tyler had tried to get out of it but he had no chance at all, he had tried to stand his grounds but within seconds of that they had punched him in the face and dragged him into the toilets as he hit the floor, one took his bag and started rummaging through it the other two dunked his head in the toilet soaking his head and some of his clothes, he kept protesting but it all fell on deaf ears until someone, a girl came in and saw them off, he would of said thanks but he collapsed onto the floor panting and soaked.
So here he was on the floor all wet and weak looking well he looked weak anyway so there was nothing different there. His eyes returned to focus as the girl kneeling over him spoke he stopped panting just enough to get some words out,
"ye..ah i'm f..in..e," he said in between groans he was sued to this, his eyes opened wider as he relaized something
"My stuff," he yelped out hoping that they had not stolen anything.
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Post by kaylaz on Aug 11, 2011 8:34:08 GMT -5
Samantha watched the poor guy pant, and thought maybe she should really tell Ms. Peggy. If she did that though, she would surely not be taken seriously when it came to her class jokes, and that was saying something. She listened to him push out that he was fine, but it was obvious he wasn't. Sammy frowned as he yelped, then jumped up "Oh! Your work!" she said and picked up the papers that were strewn across the bathroom floor. She wanted to cheer the guy up, but she didn't know how quite just yet. She would wait a minute, than she would try, but now she as just going to work on getting him calmed down. "Im Samantha, or Sammy, or extremely awesome person" she said with a stoic expression on her face. She couldn't help but throw something in.
Sammy helped the guy sit up, and grimaced as she saw his head was soaked, also the top of his shirt. Sammy rummaged through her bag, the gym shirts for the boys and girls were the same, just different sizes. Samantha had gotten a extra large, what the guys wear, so she could say it was a dress. She handed out the shirt "It doesn't smell girly, I swear" It didn't smell bad either, she had it washed the night before. Sammy knelt back down, not leaving the stall until he changed. He may have a shirt on him, but usually students didn't carry their shirts in his bag.
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Post by TYLER CHASE on Aug 11, 2011 16:37:56 GMT -5
Tyler was a little bit confused why was she helping him? okay there were people who would help him back in England but he was used to helping himself out at the end of it so this was a surprise to be honest, Tyler was not going to complain if someone was wanting to help you your not going to go and refuse there help it would be the most stupidest of things to do, he had not expected help from a girl though even more so in the boys toilets, but then girls seemed to be able to get away with getting into the boys toilets more than boys could with getting away with getting into the girls toilets. Most girls would freak if thy found a boy in their toilets most boys would be perfectly happy to find a girl in their toilets to be honest.
Tyler finally sat up and looked over at his work, the good thing was that it was all still in perfect condition it was just it was all out of order, it did not matter though eh would sort that out later when he needed to. when she introduced herself his face lit a little at what she said and he introduced himself, she would be able to tell he was English well if she knew what a Somerset accent was
"Tyler Chase,"
He looked at her carefully before taking the shirt she offered he was glad and did not care if it was girly or whatever because he just wanted out of his soaked shirt,
"Thanks, why are you helping me," he asked her curiously its not that he was not grateful for the help he just wanted to know why. He took his shirt off quickly before putting the shirt she was giving him on, he thanked her glad that he was a little less wet.
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Post by kaylaz on Aug 12, 2011 9:04:58 GMT -5
Samantha didn't know what to do with the work in her hands, so she just put it on top of his bag, keeping it off of the dirty ground. She smiled as he talked, was that an accent she heard? She had a few jokes for accents, but she didn't want to be insulting, there was a fine line between funny and cruel, and she was trying to stay on funny.
Tyler Chase didn't make her leave as he changed shirts, and she felt satisfied that he had taken the T-shirt in the first place. Sammy would have to figure something out when gym came around, maybe borrow a shirt or make up a wild excuse. Her gym teacher was cool, letting her get away with a lot, which Sammy found odd because she was used to being lectured and given a treacherous detention slip.
Sammy cocked her head at his question and shrugged "I didn't want ya to keep getting you head dunked by those meat heads" she leaned forward close to Tyler and whispered "Besides, I think there are monsters in the toilets" the bathrooms weren't exactly squeaky clean, actually they were far from it, and the guys that had been giving him a swirly had actually gone easy on him, picking a cleaner bowl.
Sammy jumped up to her feet and held out a hand for Tyler, the floor was especially dirty and if he was to weak to stand then he could at least lean up against the sinks. She frowned, it looked like he got a good punch to the face "If you bring up the words 'Ms. Peggy' than you might be able to avoid getting hit" Ms. Peggy was probably the most terrifying thing to ever live, and not having her class was a blessing.
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